Whatever

My mind is boiling, it's on full blast.
I do art for my own pleasure, so why do they put me under so much pressure?

My heart is freezing, I love someone who doesn't love me, oh what a tragedy!

My soul? ha!
A lost ghost in an empty library searching for a book that does not exist.

So I take reality as a comedy and imagination as my only celebration in this life I'm lucky to be living in but always misguided, love blinded and 4 am knocking in my head to get out of bed and draw until I simply drop dead.

Oh the joy of being crazy...
But sometimes, that's the only thing that makes you feel like you're still alive.